Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.